Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter Two Hundred and Nineteen

"That fatso is done for, the assassin from Dark Eye is too powerful," murmured the crowd below.

The behemoth standing opposite the Dark Eye assassin seemed as if he hadn't woken up yet, his expression was foolishly simple, and he was indifferent to the provocation from the Dark Eye assassin.

The crowd below shook their heads.

This was a silly big guy who could be frightening to ordinary people, but this was not an ordinary venue—it was the fighting ring for the Dragon Head battles.

And his opponent was a powerful assassin.

The Dark Eye assassin snorted coldly.

His body rapidly charged towards the behemoth. His figure almost completely turned into a shadow, and as the behemoth raised his arm to swing at the Dark Eye assassin, his thick arm was like a large stick swinging swiftly.

But the Dark Eye assassin was faster, his body quickly curled up, flying under the behemoth's armpit like a nimble monkey, while simultaneously pulling his dagger.

Rip!

Blood spurted out.

A long bloody gash was torn from the behemoth's ribs to his lower back.

Blood gushed out immediately.

Seeing the blood shooting out, the audience watching the arena battle below became even more excited. These were not ordinary spectators, all were people who mingled in the underground, subordinates of various big shots.

These people were usually fierce and aggressive, and seeing such bloodshed only excited them more.

"Toxic Sting, Toxic Sting! Kill him, kill him!"

The crowd beneath Box No. 7 was roaring and bellowing non-stop; Toxic Sting was the codename of the Dark Eye assassin.

In Box No. 8, the shouting was just as intense.

"Demon Mountain, Demon Mountain!"

Toxic Sting, within the fighting ring, was like an incredibly agile snake, constantly darting around, a common person's eyes could only capture a streak of shadow, and that was because of the intense lighting of the venue. If it had been a dim environment, perhaps not even the shadow would be seen.

Rip, rip!

The sound of a dagger sinking into flesh was heard continuously.

Within a mere minute, Toxic Sting had slashed twenty or thirty gashes on Demon Mountain's body, and these slashes were scattered all over Demon Mountain's flesh. Although Demon Mountain's body was exceptionally huge, with so many gashes, his body had also become blood-drenched.

The crowds in the stands became even wilder.

And Toxic Sting seemed to thoroughly enjoy the feeling of continuously slicing his prey.

He even jumped onto a pillar at the edge of the ring, slightly bowing to the audience in response to their cheers, like a gentleman, his blood-stained dagger making the gesture incredibly cruel.

Inside Box No. 5, Chun Tao's face was deathly pale.

She was a woman from a village, where had she ever witnessed such a bloody scene?

Long Xiaoshan comforted her by patting her back, saying, "Taozi, close your eyes, don't look. I didn't want you to come in the first place."
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Chun Tao clutched Long Xiaoshan's arm, hiding behind his back.

"Duan Hai actually managed to hire an assassin from Dark Eye," Wang Sihai frowned and said, "He's going to win this match."

The owner of Box No. 7 was named Duan Hai, a major figure in Hechuan whose power was comparable to Wang Sihai's.

"No, he's going to lose," Long Xiaoshan shook his head lightly.

Wang Sihai, surprised, said, "How can that be possible? That Demon Mountain may be very strong, but he can't even touch Toxic Sting. Look at him now, losing so much blood, his movements are clearly slowing down."

Long Xiaoshan replied indifferently, "No, Demon Mountain isn't hurt at all. You see his body covered in blood, but those wounds are actually very shallow, he's been waiting for an opportunity. Just wait, the result will be soon."

"Really?" Wang Sihai said with a mix of doubt and belief.

On the fighting ring, Toxic Sting sneered, "Die."

He had had enough fun and was ready to finish off Demon Mountain completely.

His body turned into a wisp of smoke!

A dagger violently stabbed into Demon Mountain's chest. This time he switched from slashing to stabbing, the dagger plunging deep into Demon Mountain's body. However, just as he was about to pull out the dagger, Demon Mountain's flesh suddenly tensed up, becoming as hard as steel.

At this moment, the face of Demon Mountain no longer bore the simple and foolish look it had before, but rather revealed a ferocious and vicious expression. The abrupt transformation of what seemed like a foolish fat man into this demeanor conveyed only one feeling to onlookers—terror.

Even before he could withdraw his dagger, Poison Sting's face changed color.

Being an assassin, he knew he had walked into a trap.

Just as he attempted to retreat, Demon Mountain's fan-sized hand had already swung over and fiercely clamped around Poison Sting's head.

With a forceful squeeze!

Crack!

From between the fingers of Demon Mountain, many yellow and red fluids spurted out…

The sounds inside the venue instantly quieted down for a moment.

Poison Sting's body drooped limply.

Demon Mountain threw his body on the ground, and everyone who saw Poison Sting's head covered their mouths, feeling an urge to vomit despite being hardened individuals.

After discarding Poison Sting, Demon Mountain, still with the simple and foolish look, pulled out the dagger from his chest and walked towards the stage's edge.

As this blood-soaked mound of flesh approached, the people on either side of him couldn't help but recoil.

The onlookers below box number 8 roared wildly, almost lifting the roof off.

Inside box number 1.

Zhou Yushan frowned and said, "This Demon Mountain is quite impressive, even an assassin from Dark Eye couldn't match him."

The white-clothed swordsman, sitting beside him, indifferently said, "His flesh is merely a facade; in truth, he is a master of body refining. That flesh of his is his most formidable defense. Poison Sting's dagger couldn't breach his defense. Moreover, an assassin should excel at lurking in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to strike, and yet he chose to engage in direct confrontation on the stage, bringing about his own demise."

"Mr. Tang, are you confident in breaching Demon Mountain's defense?"

"Him?" said the white-clothed swordsman with a faint smile, radiating pride: "One sword stroke is all it takes!"

"With Mr. Tang's word, I am reassured."

Zhou Yushan's face regained its composure.

He was aware of the white-clothed swordsman's identity—one from the Tang Family of Tianfu.

Since the Tang Family had come, the outcome of the tournament was already destined; no one could stir up any waves.

The numbers on the big screen started to change again.

After a short while, number 11 and number 4 popped up.

Box number 4 opened.

A figure shrouded in a black robe, exuding an extremely sinister aura, emerged. Following behind him was a "person" with dark brown skin, yellow-brown eyes, and an extremely rigid body.

It was none other than Master Zhong whom Long Xiaoshan had just seen in the hall.

"It stinks!"

"What is this smell?! It reeks to death, like the smell of a corpse."

As Master Zhong made his way down, the people seated along the path covered their noses.

"Corpse Refinement! This is a magician from Mangdu!" exclaimed the white-clothed swordsman in box number 1, frowning.

"Corpse Refinement?" asked Zhou Yushan.

"The 'person' following that magician is not a human, but a refined corpse, created by using a secret technique on a dead body."

"What." Even as the affluent and composed Zhou Yushan, head of Hechuan's richest, he could not hide his astonishment upon learning that such things from novels and television actually existed in this world.

At this moment, Master Zhong had already stepped onto the stage.

A one-eyed middle-aged man from box number 11 also leaped onto the stage.

Seeing that Master Zhong had brought someone with him, he sneered, "What, you're playing two against one now?"

A set of jeers arose from below.

Master Zhong let out a cold, sinister laugh: "To kill you, my precious one is more than enough."

After speaking, he gave the bell in his hand a shake.